Haste, Traveler, Haste!

Haste

tra­vel­er

haste! the night comes on

And many a shin­ing hour is gone;

The storm is ga­ther­ing in the west

And thou art from home and rest.

O far from home thy foot­steps stray;

Christ is the life

and Christ the way

And Christ the light; thy set­ting sun

Sinks ere thy morn­ing is be­gun.

Awake

awake! pur­sue thy way

With stea­dy course

while yet ’tis day;

While thou art sleep­ing on the ground

Danger and dark­ness ga­ther round.

The ris­ing tem­pest sweeps the sky;

The rains des­cend

the winds are high;

The wa­ters swell

and death and fear

Beset thy path

nor re­fuge near.

O yes! a shel­ter you may gain

A co­vert from the wind and the rain

A hid­ing-place a rest

a home

A re­fuge from the wrath to come.

Then ling­er not in all the plain

Flee for thy life

the mount­ain gain;

Look not be­hind

make no de­lay

O speed thee

speed thee on thy way!

Poor

lost

be­night­ed soul! art thou

Wiling to find sal­va­tion now?

There yet is hope; hear mer­cy’s call:

Truth! Life! Light! Way! in Christ is all!